As a writer, I always keep a notebook close. (And chocolate chip cookies closer.) Just in case, like this morning, I awaken with a fleshed-out YA fantasy story that has manifested itself into a very vivid dream and I have seconds before it disappears into the black hole of forgotten thoughts. (Does this happen to anyone besides mothers of small children?) But imagine my anguish when my blue notebook went missing, taking with it various important sermon notes, lists (huge list maker –> this girl), and the plotted outline of my second manuscript, which at that point, only had about 30,000 words written. Here’s what I learned when I found it months and months later: 1) Sometimes it’s not the end of the world when plans don’t turn out the way you envisioned. I love this story way more now than the direction I’m reading in the blue notebook. In fact, I’m a firm believer that in life, when things deviate from plan, God ALWAYS has better. 2) This is what I get for cleaning and organizing my desk. Never. again. (Just kidding…mostly!)
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